I totally have a Rabbi on speed dial now. Keep it Kosher.
Everything was going good until she wanted to update her status...You forgot to close pterodactyl porn from this morning. Clothes went back on.
wicked high...have munchies. cherry flavor lube. problem solved.
You told the bartender you needed 2 beers, and a shot of his cum...
it never fails, everytime he manages to fuck my earrings out of my ears.
In the middle of fucking me, she said "Hold on, I need my Hulk hands."
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
I'm thinking about slathering myself with peanut butter and going to the dog park. What's the worst that could happen?
I swear you won't find cereal in your washer machine again.
If I get a 4.0 I am doing SO much cocaine.
I swear to go if the response she sends me something along the lines of who the fuck is Mark Hamill I might need to brake up with her.
Cause I know you wanna ride the D like a Vespa in ROMAN HOLIDAY
I'm starting to think my emotional health is declining because I was watching transformers today and legit almost started crying
He fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked before and afterwards he started crying and profusely apologizing to god and baby Jesus for his sin.
Ya that dick wasn't worth burning a perfectly good pizza.
You live and learn.
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